"Unsex me here, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty..."
“Is it a blog about feminism??” -Mr. McCarthy, when he read the blog assignment aloud to us on Friday.
“Isn’t it always a blog about feminism?” -Me
I am not 100% clear on what Lady Macbeth is asking, but from our in class discussion I’ve gathered that she is saying that she wants to be made unlike woman, more like man, and full of cruelty. I responded to this in two ways- the first being the response of my inner misandrist. Misandry is the opposite of a misogyny, which means man-hating. I don’t actually hate men, but I like to play the part for sarcastic, dramatic, satirical effect when trying to get a point across. Anyway, this is what that side of me had to say about it-
“Yup.”
The other side of me, the less sarcastic, third wave feminist* side, gently chastised my inner misandrist, reminded myself that I don’t hate men, I actually rather like them, I just hold them to a higher standard than they are held in the patriarchy, and that I don’t hate the player** I hate the game***.
In short, the intersectionality of my feminism would like to issue a reminder that Lady Macbeth doesn’t want to be a man, she just wants to have some traditionally masculine qualities, such as strength and cruelty.
Who wrote this frying her brain with physics homework and eating a dark chocolate cupcake and then didn’t edit it to see if she was rambling too much?
This girl.
*so first wave was when white ladies wanted to vote, second wave was when women realized they needed to fight for the rights of all women, women of color included, and third wave is about the inclusion of ALL sisters, not just the cis-ters. Which means transgender women and men and non-binary joined the club. I could’ve written that more plainly, but then I wouldn’t be able to use my awesome cis-ters pun I stole from someone on the internet.
**dudes
***the patriarchy
~side note~ maybe someday I will be able to articulate my feministy thoughts more eloquently rather than just getting really angry and letting all my blood flow right from my head to my fingertips on my keyboard, where all I can do is say “nooo, come on, feminism, when you were the size of a watermelon a woman squeezed you out of a whole in her body the size of a lemon, nooo, how can you hate women, nooo” Until then, fellow classmates, goodnight.
